Page 101 of Crossed Sticks

“Okay, baby?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

“Yes. God, it hurts but it doesn’t. Fucking amazing.”

“I know.” He let my cock go, and the chain slid back up my abs. “Lie back down, Harp, and raise your knees.”

I did as he said while he found the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his fingers. He sucked my dick into his mouth again while he traced lube around my ass. I gripped his head when he inserted a finger, and when he found my prostate, my hips started thrusting. I fucked his mouth when I moved forward, and when I reversed direction, I was fucking myself with his finger. I lost myself in the rhythm, hardly noticing when he grazed his free hand up my abs. Then he grabbed the chain and tugged hard. I cried out, overwhelmed by sensations—his warm mouth on my cock, his finger pressing into my prostate, and the sharp sting in my nipples. It was impossible to think about anything but how good it all felt, and how much I needed to come.

The feelings mushroomed as he sank a second finger into my ass, and then a third. I was at his mercy, trapped in the erotic pleasure pulsing through me. Luca’s fingers worked magic deep inside, and I cried out as desperation took hold.

My eyes watered as all the pain and pleasure spun into a tight ball, tensed for release, and suddenly I flew apart. A primal yell cut through the room as the chain tightened and the clamps snapped off my nipples. Ecstasy enveloped me, stronger with every shot of cum into Luca’s mouth. I tangled my fingers in his hair, never wanting to let him go.

I was purring when Luca crawled on top, nearly as breathless as I was. “Ready to swallow my cum, straight boy?”

“Fuck yeah.” I’d have probably agreed to anything he wanted right then, but I really did like eating his cum.

He got to his knees, placing one on either side of me, and started jerking off. His eyes glossed over as he jerked frantically.

“Shoot it for me,” I said, my voice raspy.

“Won’t be long.” He grunted while he jacked himself, getting louder until the grunts became open-mouthed groans.

“Squirt it in my mouth.”

“Open up.” I did, and he leaned forward to adjust his aim. “Oh, God! Here it comes.”

The first shot landed on my tongue, but he came so hard it threw off his aim. Most of his load ended up on my face. When he slowed to dribbles, he slid his cock into my mouth, and I sucked him clean.

“That’s it,” he half-whispered. “So good, Harp.”

When I finished, he collapsed beside me and licked his cum off my face. Throwing a leg over my thighs, he kissed me. His cum flooded my mouth, laced with the taste of me. Our combined pleasure was intoxicating, and when the kiss broke, I snuggled up and laid my head on his shoulder.

My voice was still rough when I said, “That was fantastic, Luca.”

“Mm. I love you, Harp.”

“I love you, too. I never thought I’d have this.”

“Now we both do.”

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Lucaand I had been wanting to take a bike ride, so on a shared day off, we decided to explore the Erie Canalway Trail. Luca hadn’t been exaggerating when he promised a beautiful trip. The fall colors hadn’t yet faded, and riding by the water on a cool, sunny day was the change of pace we’d been needing.

As professional athletes, we always liked to be the best at anything we did, so it wasn’t long before our competitive instincts kicked in. What started as a casual ride quickly escalated into a series of friendly races. Both of us were dead serious about winning, and after my third loss in a row, I was half-impressed and half-frustrated. “You’re killing me,” I said. “How are you in such good shape? You haven’t been out of the hospital that long.”

“Lacrosse training, baby.” He flashed a cocky smile. “We’re built differently.”

“Right. And your job is so hard, standing in one spot for the whole game.”

“Get real, Harp. Goaltending is way harder than you think. All you guys have to do is skate around looking pretty.”

“Yup, twenty-miles-an-hour pretty. They clocked Nick Johnson at twenty-five once.”

“Did he wave at the crowd while he went by?”

“Fuck off. Skating’s only part of it. You also have to dodge sticks, bodies, and the occasional flying puck.”

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